[quote=knighthawk]
Felltree 35/50Orc6'6" 336 LbsGreenbane is a powerful weapon passed down by each generation and made more mighty be each who has held it. It started as the chains once worn by an enslaved orc who used them as little more than clubs to beat his way to freedom, from there they were passed on to a true warrior who had the chains linked with dozens of other freed orcs and became a sight to be seen for the dozens of locks and keys that hung from the length. When it got passed to a shaman, he had it reforged in dragonsfire into a proper spiked chain used to bind spirits. When it was passed to him, he had the chain set into a loop with the 100 collective souls of a giant termite mound bound to the chain to animate them into a ripping saw at command. He uses this tool to lay low haunted woods as they arise, putting the spirits to rest after a fashion.He hat a pet dire beaver but it caught an undead sickness and he had to put it down. When it came back from the dead, he had to put it down again.Currently escorting a lumber caravan through the witchwoods, an area steeped in the old ways and not too friendly to outsiders.A man of gallows humor, worldweary and experienced caravan guard. He's learned to take his joys and lumps where they come, relying on his intimidating manner to get what he wants when he wants where he wants. The chainsaw helps.Not the strongest in the tribe of the blackforest orcs, he was born with a mark of the gods and trained to be a shaman of his people. For the first decade of his life, he was taught the history of his people and the ways of the ancestors. Any further lessons got cut short by a pack of wood elves who felt the orcs ways were not worthy of the old forest's secrets. His tribe was driven off under a rain or arrows out of the black forest to a dark and haunted part of the black forest known as the shadowgrove. It was here that they encountered two problems: a giant termite hive (as in termites the size of oxen) and the thin veil to the otherside that let restless spirits return from beyond once more. Dealing with one problem at a time, they chose to deal with the physical trouble that didn't need magic to deal with while they regrouped their resources to deal with the spiritual problems. With the clan champion gone to an arrow to the back of her neck, he took it upon himself to deal with the creatures using the spiked chain of his people, His father used the last of their regents to enchant the spiked chain with a temporary soul-binding enchantment to collect their mana for the second problem.The tunnels were no good a place for wide whipping weapon like the spiked chain, so he wrapped a thick branch in the chain and used it like a rending sword to grind his way through the insects. One by one he chewed his way through the ancient tree to the termite queen and put the chain to her until he sawed her head from her body. Apparently the termites hive mind will were keeping the weak wood together and he barely escaped the falling tree with his life. He returned with the binding chain but apparently the elves came to finish the job. With the last efforts of the shaman, they bound the spirits to the chain permanently as an act of power and sent him on his way far from these woods.Now with a writhing spiked chain, he found his way to a gnomish lumberjack settlement. There he put his powerful physique to work felling trees for minimal money, apparently they could overlook his monstrosity when he dropped a tree in half the time as any other. From his people he learned strength, from these folks, he learned true endurance and they found an ingenious way to rig his animated chain into a frame to make it a chains-saw. Eventually his time with them was over after a fiasco with an elven patrol and he had to move on for the sake of the gnomes. He took up a caravan walk to sell the wood downriver to the next town and started adventuring from there.
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